It has taken years.
And a question asked.
Your teacher will tell you not to start a sentence with "And".
You will say "GK, if you know that, why did you?"
The answer to your question is like the answer to the question in
our "And . . . " sentence.
I seem to have a habit of looking at things from at least two sides.
I ask "what if . . ." ? I am curious.
Being curious is good I think. Many people are curious and make
important finds. Old things from the past and new things for the
future.
What is happening now puzzles me. I want to know how my world "fits together".
People, cultures, places.
When I write a note to you it will tell you about something.
Perhaps some thing that I have seen.
A place that I have been.
It could be something I have done.
Or maybe words, just for fun.
For now, for today,
Let me only say.
Today I went for a juice,
I caught a yellow bus.
The bus had no number, no destination.
A man jumped off as it arrived at Minilik stop.
He shouted "Shiro Meda" and we knew to pay the fare.
Up the hill towards Entoto,
Through Siddis Kilo.
We got off and went to a restaurant.
Juice and coffee at the end of a busy day.
Juice, fresh, from avocado, papaya, and lime.
It was fabulous and should be famous.
The end of the story, the end of the day.
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